on the eve of idiocy
she saw children pressed between headlines
like dead flowers
loved ones go and never come back
from three wars
on the eve of idiocy
she looked back
upon the road to madness
she'd so much enjoyed
in her youth
on the eve of idiocy
the moon
eclipsed
.......
she saw children pressed between headlines
like dead flowers
loved ones go and never come back
from three wars
on the eve of idiocy
she looked back
upon the road to madness
she'd so much enjoyed
in her youth
on the eve of idiocy
the moon
eclipsed
.......
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